[Eridan winces. Then very... casually, pulls the red jacket off.]
It looks worse than it really is, honest.
[It's just that his habit to worry his clothes with his claws has somehow evolved into a manic compulsion to tear strips of skin off his arms when he's upset. Which he's been. Repeatedly. Since he came back.
Uh.
Yay for lots of jade scabs? Lots of them. Eridan's claws are very well sharpened.]
[action whoa whoa whoa, hitting on the black quadrant like that, how shameless]
[Eridan winces. Then very... casually, pulls the red jacket off.]
It looks worse than it really is, honest.
[It's just that his habit to worry his clothes with his claws has somehow evolved into a manic compulsion to tear strips of skin off his arms when he's upset. Which he's been. Repeatedly. Since he came back.
Uh.
Yay for lots of jade scabs? Lots of them. Eridan's claws are very well sharpened.]